As you crawled on rocks and dirt you felt a certain sensation on your rear.. When looking back you noticed his helmet-light pointing directly at your as.. Bruce quickly took such helmet off in a "been caught" manner, yet he wasn't too embarrassed as he laughed. Soon enough, he noticed your anger and frustration , his forms formed an irritating sentance.

"What? You don't like being stared at?" He said in a teasing and flirty tone, almost if it was stupid one wouldn't want their ass to be stared at..